Paris

"Oh." I said. Now my tears were falling like rain drops. My hart-, hart broke in half, then again in quarters, then again into eighths. Who was she? When did they meet? How did they meet? My head was swarming with vragen that I couldn't answer.
"I'm sorry."
"I, I, I have to go." I zei trying to mask my tears. I failed miserably.
"Elle-" Prince zei detecting my crying. I hung up. He called back, I didn't answer. He left a message. I couldn't bare to listen to it.
By this time I was practically sobbing, laying on my bed and eating ice cream. Paris came and tried to console me. Eventually I just...

Sorry it took so long. I’m leaving town tomorrow to stay with my friend at his house in Big beer so I don’t know when I’ll get around to typing part 8.

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<Still Prince’s Point Of View>

They all laughed at me.

“Ok, let’s see. Blanket, u want cookies. Jermajesty wants to know how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop. Donte wants Kayla’s vintage corvette convertible, and Genevieve is singing Total Eclipse of the hart-, hart in her head.”

Silence, that’s all I got.

“That is AWESOME!” Blanket exclaimed

“Can u teach us?” Jermajesty...